muttered his usual oh dear me âs.
âNow,â Nevery said, still glowering. âGo away.â
I ducked out of Benetâs grip and headed for the door.
âNot you , boy,â Nevery said, using his exasperated voice. âThem.â He pointed.
Benet opened the door, and the magisters scuttled out and down the stairs.
Nevery settled behind his desk again and looked me up and down. âTrouble, and somehow youâre in the thick of it again. I donât know what to do with you, boy.â
âYou donât have to do anything, Nevery,â I said. On my shoulder, Pip woke up and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
âHave a word with the captain,â Benet said, from behind me.
âAh. A very good idea, Benet. I shall. Fetch my hat, cloak, and cane.â
âYes, sir,â Benet said, and left the room.
A word with the captain , Benet had said. âA word with Captain Kerrn?â I asked. âWhy?â
Nevery glanced at me from under his bushy eyebrows, but didnât answer. Instead he got to his feet and went to the door. Benet met him on the stairs and handed him his things.
Benet gave me a buttered biscuit.
âCome along, boy,â Nevery said, putting on his wide-brimmed hat.
âWhereâre we going?â I asked. I put the biscuit into my coat pocket. Pip cocked its head, as if it was waiting to see what Nevery would say.
Nevery said something in a low voice to Benet, then put on his cloak and swept-stepped down the stairs. âYouâll see when we get there,â he said.
Oh. I followed Nevery down the stairs and out into the cobbled courtyard. The rain had stopped, but the sky was thick with gray clouds, and a morning fog hovered over the river, making the Twilight and the Sunrise banks invisible. Brown leaves covered the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, and a few black-and-white birds perched in the highest branches, like lookouts.
I dodged a pile of roof slates and ran a couple of steps to catch up to Nevery. âWhy are you going to have a word with Kerrn?â I asked.
âYou will be living in the Dawn Palace. Captain Kerrn must be told to keep an eye on you.â
âNevery!â I protested. That was a terrible idea. Kerrn hated me! Sheâd put a guard on my every move! And I was not going to live in the Dawn Palace.
âListen, boy,â Nevery growled. âWeâve got locus stone thefts and a crowd of idiot magisters who think you are the thief. Something is going on, and youâre involved in it, somehow.â He swirled to a stop. â And thereâs this attack,â he said, pointing at my bruised face. He lowered his voice, as if talking to himself. âI will not lose you again, Connwaer.â Then he glowered at me from under his bushy eyebrows. âIf it means sending you away from Heartsease, then so be it.â
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Nevery kept a keen eye on me as we crossed the bridge and headed to the Dawn Palace, which sat at the top of the hill like a huge, pink-frosted cake. A chill wind from the river followed us, ruffling my hair and making Neveryâs cloak swirl around him. We crunched down the drive and up the wide front stairs, where two palace guards stopped us. We waited just inside the door while one of them went to fetch Rowan.
âI hate this, Nevery,â I growled.
âItâs to keep you safe, boy,â he growled back.
To me, safe meant never doing anything interesting .
At the sound of footsteps, I looked up. Rowan, followed by Miss Dimity, who carried a stack of papers.
Seeing my bruised face, Rowanâs eyes widened. âOh, Conn!â she said.
âIt looks worse than it is,â I said.
She stepped closer and put her hand to my cheek. âIt looks awful. What happened?â
I shrugged and listened as Nevery told her about the attackers in the courtyard outside Heartsease. âHeâll be safer in the Dawn Palace,â Nevery said.
Rowan